A Beverly Hillbilly.

What an eyeball!

We can't use an unknown.

That was just an accident.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, I guess Audubon Schlepper, the director, could give her an audition.

Jethro's been at him all week to get him an acting audition.

I want him to stop thinking of me as just an intellectual.

My client, Cousin Bessie, has got to have co-star billing, script approval, and an awful good hairdresser.

I've been going down there every day for an acting audition, and all I keep hearing is, Mr. Chapman's out of town, Mr. Chapman's out of the country!

Dash plays a widower lawyer, dying of an incurable disease, who takes his little daughter and her collie dog on a wagon train to Tombstone, where he becomes marshal and tracks down a one-armed man who gave him amnesia.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

All he cares about now is Bessie making good.

So, Whifty Bobee!

Whifty's a pretty good nickname for you.

You sure come down them stairs fast.

Will you fetch, Bessie?

Sure, boy.

All right.

Blessin' you two.